St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1887-12-10

Y nun. Hun. tluE-tl0k SOuuOes
at the window. He and his frien'
turned. A small monkey with tn
cOuntenance Of Mcthusaleh and dirt,
red jacket stood on the window-sill. L
took of cap with q ragged feather il
it and bowed profoundly. Around it.
neck was little wreath Of pretty blu,
violets.
Cunning little beast" said Mr.
Whiskers. kindly. He put half dol
lar in the cup and the monkey went
away. The organ played Sweet VIC
lets" once more. and then all three oI
them went down the street and playe,
no more within hearing.
Twenty-four hours had elapsed with
the usual industry Of hours when Mr..
Whiskers was in exactly the same place
with another important client. A.
they talked. a peculiar sound as Of a
very large hand organ was heard.
Singularly enough the music wa'
Sweet ViOlets." Mr.. Whiskcrs. deep
in business. paid no attention until q
clattcr on the sill made him turn to
discover two MONKEYS. with two tin
cups and two dirty red jackets and two
wreaths of fresh blue violets around
their necks.
He stared at them in as;onishment.
Get out. you" he said. impul-
sively. reaching for something to
throw.
His visitors dived below the sill.
peeled their faces. showed all their
teeth. and said: Huh. huh." still glar-
ing at him. Every time he made a
motion they lodged like song and
dance men. in unison. and then pcekc,l
over the sill like a Conspirators' Chorus
Of two. His friend laughed. Mr..
Whiskcrs dropped a half dollar in each
cup to get rid Of them. and the collec-
tors politely departed. Not to be out
done in generosity. the two organ
grinders. keeping exact time, played
'"'Swect Viole,s' once moro. and played
it with delicacy and an expression
such as never has been heard before or
since that day.
Mr.. Whiskcrs wondered little that
night. The suspicion which had begun
to lurk in his mind did not get large
enough to vote, however. until after
the session next day. He was no
sooner closeted in his Office than such
an Internal jangling as could not be
listened to without neuralgia began in
the street. 1t came from four hurtly-
gurdics. all Oh the stone blocks in front
Of the Office. The huriy-gurdy sounds
like the skeleton of poor. old super
annuated piano which some brute has
aroused and is tickling to death. The
four men turning four cranks were
juggling out of the four instruments a
tune which Mr.. Whiskers recognized At
once and other people somewhat later.
1t was Sweet Violets." He had closed
his window cautiously, but on the sill.
pcering pitifully in. were four octogcn-
arian monkeys. all holding pitiful little
tin cups. and all wearing collars Of
sweet. beautiful violets.
Mr.. Whiskers blazed. He few ont of
his Office and found the policeman after
q long, hot hunt and notified him that
il organ grinders were not kept of his
block he. the policeman. would be kept
of the force. Then he walked back
with face very red and very conscious.
His fcllOw-brokers were ''ontO It," II
there is any thing Of interest to himself
or his brother that broker will not
get ''onto' it must bc concealed under
a brick block. That day and night Mr..
Whiskers was certainly the maddest
man in town. He knew Of course that
some malicious rival was at the bottom
Of it, and If he had found him there
would have been murder in all the de-
grees known to the law.
Strange to say. the talk with the po-
liceman did not the slightest good.
There was corruption Of the largest
kind at work. During the next two
days the very bricks in the cornices on
New street were singing Sweet vio-
lets" Hand organs, urdy-gurdys.
orguinettes, German bands every
thing in . great city that could make
. noise was making it to the familiar
air in New street. Mr.. Whiskers sat
frothing at the mouth in his Office, won
dering how much it would cost him to
shoot dead . blind tenor who was roar
ing it under his window under the mis-
taken impression that he was intoxi-
eating somebody's soul. That night
Mr.. Whiskers got almost drunk. He
was helpless. He could not fight back.
1t suddenly began to dawn on him that
he had been making s fool Of himself.
not only in the eyes of his Violet but
the world in general. IF Mary should
hear of it! Good hcavens!" thought
Mr.. Whiskera
Mr.. Whiskers went to his office after
the board next day with some trepida-
ton. The street, however. was as
usual. There were clerks and idlers
and brokers and loafers in only the
usual quantity. He sat down and
dived deep into business with some
gentlemen. For fifteen minutes tho
continued. Then Mr..
Whiskers heard sound that made his
heart stand still.
1t was the most unearthly racket that
ever turned to turmoil . city street.
1t was whole procession. The street
was jammed and the street was roar
ing with laughter. The whole earth
seeming to be tweedling and footing
and banging and squealing Sweet